Like a mirage
in the distant horizon
across blue undulating sea
you rise and fall
heaving with tidal waves
your hands flailing
as if a final goodbye
is all that matters
or as if you were waving
in a beckoning motion
egging me to come
to your rescue
but I keep my distance
only watching
only seeing
only imaging
the snarl of hope
growling illimitable sounds
as I begin to lose
visions of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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